ELIZABETH C WOOLEY MEMORIAL

ELIZABETH CARMOUCHE' WOOLEY
15 APRIL 1916 ~ 14 MAY 1997

YOU...
YOU WERE THE MELODY IN LIFE'S SONG.
YOU WERE THE MEANING BEHIND THE WORDS.
YOU WERE THE SUN ON A CLOUDY DAY,
...AND THE WELCOME RAIN AFTER TOO LONG A DROUGHT.
YOU WERE THE WARM COMFORT IN THE SORROW OF NIGHT.
...THE COOL DRINK IN A THIRSTY LIFE WITHOUT.
YOU WERE THE STAR IN A WORLD DEVOID OF LIGHT.
YOU WERE MY MOM,
...MY HERO,
...MY FRIEND.
NEVER SHALL THIS WORLD SEE
...YOUR KIND
...AGAIN.

~bhi ~december 1997

MAMA NIPE RADHI
KWISHI NA WATU KAZI. ~BO

GRIEF

GRIEF IS A TWO-EDGED SWORD
CUTTING THRU THE FABRIC OF YOUR LIFE.
LEAVING YOU...
NAKED AND BLEEDING,
FROM THE OPEN WOUND THAT WILL NEVER HEAL,
WITH A SORROW NEVER RECEDING.
WONDERING...
IF PAIN...
IS ALL...
YOU WILL EVER FEEL.

~bhi ~october 1997

MISSING YOU

HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE 
            TO FOCUS,
HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE
            TO THINK.
MY MIND KEEPS WANDERING
            TO FLASHBACKS,
MY SOUL IS ON THE 
            EDGE OF THE BRINK.
AROUND AND AROUND,
            YOUR FACE 
            IN MY MINDS EYE APPEAR
OF THOSE FATEFUL LAST WEEKS
            OF YOUR STAY HERE...
AMONG THE ANGUISHED,
            THE SUFFERERS,
            AND THE WEAK.
  
CANNOT SEEM TO GATHER 
            MY THOUGHTS 
            IN A COHERENT FORM.
JUST ALWAYS SEEM TO PRATER,
            TO HITHER
            AND THITHER
            AND YON.
ALL IT DOES BRING IS THE
            HEARTACHE,
AND THE TEARS THAT HAVE BEEN SHED
            IN VAIN.
FOR YOU TO RETURN TO THIS EARTH,
            THIS HORRIBLE,
            THIS VAIL OF PAIN...
MAKES ME SELFISH AND CRUEL 
            AND UNWORTHY
OF SO WONDERFUL AN ANGEL,
            MY MOM.
SO AM ATTEMPTING TO 
            WEATHER
THE HEARTACHE, AND THE LONGING,
            AND THE PAIN,
TO GATHER WHAT LITTLE OF HOPE,
            AND THE STRENGTH 
            THAT YOU POURED OUT IN SAME.

COME TO ME IN SORROW,
            OR LAUGHTER,
YOUR PRESENCE IS NEEDED,
            IN EITHER...
TO COUNTER THE NEGATIVE
                       NAYS.
TO BOLSTER THE 'PORTO'
            OF YOUR DAUGHTER...

THAT PROMISES TO FALL
FOR ALL OF HER REMAINING DAYS.

~bhi ~april 1998

UNTITLED

COME TO ME IN MY DREAMS, AND THEN
BY DAY I SHALL BE WELL AGAIN!
FOR THEN THE NIGHT WILL MORE THAN PAY
THE HOPELESS LONGING OF THE DAY.

~matthew arnold

LIFE'S PARALLELS

NEVER ON THIS SIDE OF THE GRAVE AGAIN,
ON THIS SIDE OF THE RIVER,
ON THIS SIDE OF THE GARNER OF THE GRAIN,
NEVER.

EVER WHILE TIME FLOWS ON AND ON AND ON,
THAT NARROW NOISELESS RIVER,
EVER WHILE CORN BOWS HEAVY-HEADED, WAN,
EVER.

NEVER DESPAIRING, OFTEN FAINTING, RUING,
BUT LOOKING BACK, AH NEVER!
FAINT YET PURSUING, FAINT YET STILL PURSUING
EVER.

~christina rossetti

SONG

WHEN I AM DEAD, MY DEAREST,
SING NO SAD SONGS FOR ME;
PLANT THOU NO ROSES AT MY HEAD,
NOR SHADY CYPRESS TREE.
BE THE GREEN GRASS ABOVE ME
WITH SHOWERS AND DEWDROPS WET;
AND IF THOU WILT, REMEMBER,
AND IF THOU WILT, FORGET.

I SHALL NOT SEE THE SHADOWS,
I SHALL NOT FEEL THE RAIN;
I SHALL NOT HEAR THE NIGHTINGALE
SING ON AS IF IN PAIN.
AND DREAMING THROUGH THE TWILIGHT
THAT DOTH NOT RISE NOR SET,
HAPLEY I MAY REMEMBER,
AND HAPLY MAY FORGET.

~christina rosetti

A LAMENT

OUT OF THE DAY AND NIGHT
A JOY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT;
FRESH SPRING, AND SUMMER,
AND WINTER BOAR
MOVE MY FAINT HEART WITH GRIEF,
BUT WITH DELIGHT...
NO MORE---OH, NEVER MORE!

~percy bysshe shelley

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